#brie wayne

[briemartha]

brie martha wayne created by @jnephrite .

brief summary — a failed clone created by failsafe, this bruce wayne clone was left abandoned thinking it would die of old age like the others.

but the clone wasn’t like her other selves (brothers? what were they to her even?). she survived and took on the name brie at 15 years old— a shorter version of the original’s name— and eventually dick grayson found her and took care of her in secret for a while before bruce wayne found them.

she may be a wayne but brie refuses to call herself brie wayne.

byi — i still don’t know her relationship with the wayne family but she is a wayne. but she’s closest the most with dick and babs, bruce too i guess since she’s the clone of him? i figured her relationship with bruce is similar to kon and clark so they could be just siblings or father and daughter.

mun is an adult but brie is A MINOR so don’t be weird !

comic face claim is helena wayne / bertinelli !

CONNECTIONS (MORE TO BE ADDED):

@saoirsekylee (friend) !!

[jnephrite]

OK SO IDK IF BRUCE WAYNE WOULD INTRODUCE BRIE AS HIS DAUGHTER OR HIS SISTER but that would raise questions bc why does she look exactly like him when his parents died when he’s 8 or blah blah

but uhh here are some thoughts i have about her

found by nightwing / dick grayson, she didn’t want to do anything w the waynes first but she eventually comes with him

calls herself brie from “bruce” (i’m reaching here) (close enough) and then bruce (?) eventually gives her the name martha so like TWINSIES bruce thomas and brie martha ..

also brie means noble and strong and thats like wayne family coded i guess

doesn’t call herself brie wayne but she is brie martha wayne

not sure yet if she’d become a vigilante too and maybe she’d be huntress #3 😭 but i’m thinking rn she’d idolise helena bertinelli

MAYBEEEE she’d operate with oracle !!!!!

rn in the poll, 13-16 age range is winning so let’s say she’s 15 rn 👍 very rebellious

[vexic929]

2, 7, 15, 18, 27 for the injury prompts <3

#15 “This is going to hurt, okay?” from this prompt list

info on Ricki, Jessie, and Brie here, here, and here

OCs are mine but based on Titans characters

cw: major character death, child death, graphic description of violence, violence against a child

The sound of metal hitting skull rang through Jessie's ears alongside the Joker's maniacal laughter as she swung again and again. She lost vision suddenly in her right eye and heard a sickening squelch, feeling something wet and sticky joining the hot rivers of blood dripping down her face. Had her eye popped out of its socket? She saw something gray and gelatinous drip onto the ground beneath her from her skull and immediately felt sick. She just wanted this to end, wanted this torture to finally be over, she didn't care how. But the blows kept coming.

Eventually, all fell silent and cold, so cold. Jessie wanted to roll over, to wrap herself in her cape for warmth but she couldn't move, couldn't even force herself to breathe. She wondered if the traumatic brain injury, the cold, or the loss of oxygen would kill her first. Or was she already dead? No, she was in too much pain for that, and she could hear...something in the distance. Footsteps maybe? Whatever was left of her brain was trying desperately to form thoughts, allow her to recognize anything at all.

"Robin!" Batwoman. Brie.

Jessie could still recognize the voice of her mentor but she couldn't respond. She felt movement and then she was lying on her back though she could hardly see through the eye that was left, her vision fading far too fast.

"Robin, can you hear me?" Brie would have sounded calm to anyone else but Jessie could still hear the underlying panic as the woman's fingers pressed to the side of her neck, searching for a pulse. Jessie wondered dimly if she'd find one.

"This is going to hurt, okay? I'm sorry."

Brie laid her flat on the ground and Jessie wanted to protest at the new dull pain as she started chest compressions, cracking her ribs in the process. Didn't Brie see that it was too late? Even if her heart started again what good would that do? Half her brain was probably on the ground. She wanted to tell Brie to stop, to let her go, but she couldn't find the strength.

"Come back to me, Jessica. Come back. Keep fighting."

The words were spoken with a ferocity that could only come from a desperate woman and Jessie felt Brie tilt her head back as gently as she could and force air into her lungs. God, why didn't she just stop? Why was she trying so hard?

The next thing Jessie was aware of was a breathing tube forced down her throat and a surgeon's hands putting pressure on her head. No. No just let me go, Jessie thought, I'm already dead, I was gone, I could find peace. But the team couldn't hear her desperate pleas and she felt a tear slip out of her swollen eye.

"Suction."

No. No more suction, no more sutures, no more pain please, god-

"This eye is ruptured and the optic nerve is severed. There's no saving it. Scalpel."

No more. Please, no more.

But there was no respite, no escape and Jessie felt the surgeon's tools tearing apart her eye socket and face. She wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, to tell them they were hurting her, but she couldn't even move. She was pretty sure she had to be brain dead by now but the damn machines were keeping her body alive, keeping her tied here in agony.

She woke once more to Ricki and Brie arguing loudly in a hospital room. She could hear the beeping of the machines forcing her to stay alive.

"This isn't fair to her, Brie! She's suffering! You can't force her to live like this because of your fucking mistake!"

Ricki's words were harsh and biting, meant to hurt.

"I'm not forcing-"

"What the hell do you think is going to happen if you take her off of those machines? She's not going to live, she's not going to go back to being Robin, she's catatonic at fucking best! Even if she somehow manages to live without something forcing air into her lungs the surgeons said she's missing part of her damn brain and the rest is so bruised and swollen she's probably fucking brain dead! She's...she's not coming back from this, Brie."

The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive.

"She was my daughter." Brie said brokenly and Jessie felt her heart break for the woman she'd come to see as a mother.

"You have to let her go." Ricki sounded as close to crying as Jessie had ever heard her.

Jessie felt Brie's hand on her forehead, heard the choked sob as she leaned down to whisper something in Jessie's ear. She wanted to hear what it was that Brie said but she couldn't move, couldn't respond and she knew this was it. This was the end.

The machines stopped beeping and Jessie felt her body relax as if relieved of a burden it had been carrying for too long. She wanted to thank Brie for letting her go, for finally understanding that she wasn't coming back from this but the words never left her lips. She was gone.

[sondheim-girly]

Podcast roundup with the cast and creatives of the outsiders musical

These are all of the podcast interviews that I’ve found! I’ve listened to almost all of these, but there are a few that I found recently and haven’t gotten around to yet. There's a mixture of recent podcasts and ones that are from several years ago :) please let me know if I missed any!

Melody Rose:

-people who are somehow important to my well-being

-the wrong cat died

-from the mezzanine

-backstage with Becca B 

Emma Pittman:

-drama with Connor and Dylan macdowell

-backstage with Becca B

-people who are somehow important to my well-being 

-overtures a live-streamed show

-whisper in the wings

-little known facts (w/ danya)

-the theater podcast

-The Broadway cast x2 (once with dan&kwp, once with past Roxies)

-oh my pod you guys

Kevin William Paul:

-backstage with Becca b

-breaking the curtain

-the Broadway cast (w/ emma&dan)

Jason Schmidt:

-backstage with Becca b

-the man cave chronicles 

-drama with Connor and Dylan macdowell

-the theater podcast

-pop culture unplugged 

Sarahgrace Mariani:

-backstage with Becca B

-breaking the curtain

-people who are somehow important to my well-being 

Dan Berry:

-from the mezzanine 

-breaking the curtain

-the Broadway cast (w/ kwp&emma)

Barton Cowperthwaite:

-popternative

-call time

-dance and stuff

-why I’ll never make it x2

Victor Carrillo Tracey:

-from B.A. to Broadway

-backstage with Becca B

-people who are somehow important to my well-being 

Wonza Johnson:

-the B list

Brent Comer:

-Breaking the curtain

-the theater podcast 

-built for the stage

-from the mezzanine 

-the quite part out loud

Trevor Wayne:

-breaking the curtain

Brody Grant:

-the theater podcast

Tilly Evans-Kruger

-backstage with Becca b

-words that move me

-Keith prices curtain call

Jordan Chin:

-built for the stage

Aramie Payton:

-now let’s talk

Anna Bermudez:

-People who are somehow important to my wellbeing

She also has her own podcast called “the triangle diaries”

John Patrick Collins:

-the ladies who brunch (x2)

Danya Taymor:

-breaking broadway 

-stages podcast

-little known facts (w/ emma)

-the theater podcast 

-Theater uncorked

-variety stagecraft

Justin Levine:

-the theater podcast

Kupermans:

-behind the awards

-the theater podcast 

-Q with Tom Power

-American theaters off script

Brie Leftwich:

-Jillian’s reprise x2

-down the yellow brick pod

-off book

-the Broadway vlogs podcast

[wassupmygays]

HELP this is so gold. whatever the media team is on rn i need them to never stop

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brie is killing it with these tiktoks. somebody should make her social media manager

[saoirsekylee]

this post is subjected to edits from time to time

saoirse stalbaum-kyle (pronounced cerise) — daughter of selina kyle and an unknown man (what a deadbeat.) who’s only identification is the surname, stalbaum. selina and the man’s meeting origins were vague, not much is known about them.

(created by: @mgannmrzz)

now that selina has gotten together with bruce wayne, the pair house a menagerie of children in wayne manor — adopted or biological alike. rissy would say she gets along with cass, steph and brie, who she’s closest to. as for her brothers, her and jason are relatively close but act like a cat and dog put in a cage together. she can get along well with damian for their love of animals.

saoirse has taken on the mantle of catniss, a play on katniss everdeen, after her mother catwoman. like selina, the mother and daughter are on the teetering edge of heroes vs villains and take on the side most convenient for them.

basic info

[fc, muse & voice: michelle trachtenberg / georgina sparks in gossip girl]

age: 17, almost 18

species: human

nicknames: rissy, izzy, cherie, sherry

alter ego: catniss, later catwoman

besties: @briemartha (brie wayne), @morgsdrew (morgan drew)

love interest: kyle rayner (green lantern) [they meet when both are consenting adults!!! around 18 and 21.]

family: selina kyle (biological mother), mr. stalbaum (biological father), bruce wayne (guardian), wayne siblings (found family), brie wayne (family friend)

in the future, saoirse and morgan are the next generation of gotham city sirens, a group of young adult women just like their predecessors who operate throughout gotham stealing and / or causing chaos for fun. (more to be put together)

[mun is a minor and so is the muse!]

[anxi04]

Tim admits this was… definitely a bad idea. But in his defense he could not be blamed for anything he decides after an intense case. He stayed up for a consecutive 74 hours and then crashed for 2 days straight so… really it's Kon's fault for taking the suggestion seriously.

Tim and Kon are at Olive Garden on a small date, nothing too serious. However like the fool Tim is he's disguised so he doesn't get recognized as 'Timothy Jackson Drake' or 'Tim Wayne' and since he's still very out of it at the moment he's not really putting much of a mask on so the confidence is gone, and he's still so tired so the comprehension is a little… off right now.

He forgot about the dreaded 'how much Parmesan do you want' question for dishes and after a minute it just got too awkward to say anything. So here they are, Tim dying inside while the waiter (who's definitely a meta cause where the hell is all that cheese coming from?) grates the 5th block of Parmesan. Kon is laughing the traitor that he is and at this point it's also a little bit of a challenge on his and the waiters end.

"Is this good enough for your exquisite tastes?" The waiter, Lora (god they are getting a minimum of a 500$ tip), asks him very pointedly while looking directly in his eyes and aggressively grating.

Tim can feel an angel and demon on his shoulder. 'More! A mountain of cheese! All the cheese in the restaurant!' is what his angel is saying. The demon is… cruel in the way they want cheese.

God maybe Tim should've stayed asleep. He stares the waiter in the eyes (uncomfortable but he's had to look Becca directly in her beady eyes and tell her that her ex-husband was wrong for leaving. Tim gave said husband the courage to leave. This is nothing.) and makes a 'go on' gesture.

Tim blinks and suddenly three feet have been added to the height of the cheese mountain and holy shit. Using powers for the most petty reason is 100% what he would do. He respects Lora so much right now.

"Tim.. Hon… You're lactose intolerant that is way more than enough." Once Kon was able to get his breath back he tries putting an end to this madness but Tim is committed. So is Lora, if the way her eyes dart over to Kon in a challenge is any indication.

"No. Lactose intolerance is a weakness and I will train it out." Why is he not backing out oh god what the fuck is he thinking.

"Oh, would you like more help with that? We have some more… brutal cheeses for lactose intolerance. I can grab some mozzarella, or brie, or any other soft cheeses." Oh my god. Tim's gonna die here. He's gonna die cause he's too stubborn. Although he respects the hell out of Lora right now. He's entertaining the idea of her becoming a hero. Or villain. Either would fit.

Anyway. That sounds like a challenge, and Tim doesn't back down from challenges like that. "That would be wonderful, thank you." Eye contact has not been broken. Janet would be proud of him.

Eventually there is a 10 foot tall mountain of cheese on his plate and a ladder next to the table. And now he'd feel like a dick if he doesn't eat it all but also holy fuck he is severely lactose intolerant.

Kon's head is making a dent in the table. Tim will fully understand if Kon needs a break after this.

He can see Lora blatantly staring him down from across the restaurant and well that's just another fucking challenge.

Slowly, (but not too slowly, no that would be showing weakness) he finishes the plate. And honestly he completely forgot what he had originally ordered until he got to the bottom of it and by then it was just such a cheesy mess he can't even tell if it was supposed to be spaghetti or some version of American Alfredo. He eats it anyway.

Lora comes over soon after, fake smile barely hiding fury, and asks if he wants seconds. It's a challenge and Tim doesn't refuse challenges… but Tim is also not dumb and so he declines. He swears he sees disappointment in her eyes.

She lets him pay the bill and tip her (looking at him slightly when he gives her a thousand dollars, which causes him to put down another thousand in her hand) and soon after they're set to leave.

Tim does however hear her say something about using the money to put little rockets on a skateboard instead of something useless like rent and honestly? Tim might have found his best civilian (for now) friend.

They leave Olive Garden 2,043$ less rich (not really) and Tim with a new contact and a promise to personally build her a skateboard that easily reaches 90 mph.

He's praying no one recognized him and he won't wake up to the news calling him out. He could never live it down.

(He was in fact recognized, but by one of the Bat-Clan and when he opens his bedroom there is an absurd amount of cheese everywhere. He blames Jason.)

(It was Damian.)

[ahqkas]

could you please do how bruce would admit his feelings ? tysm i appreciate your writing so much !! :)

♯ MADE OF FLESH AND BONES ( bruce wayne ! )

— gn!reader, bruce is bad at feelings, fluff

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

BRUCE WAYNE isn’t someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. years of training, loss, and responsibility have molded him into a man who values control above all else. to be in control means to rule and to admit he has feelings for you is no small thing—it’s an intrusion to his carefully maintained barriers, a decision he didn’t make lightly. he weighed every possibility, every outcome, because for bruce, love isn’t a fleeting emotion that will pass like the summer breeze; it’s a commitment, a risk he doesn’t take unless he’s one hundred percent certain.

admitting his feelings to himself was the first, and perhaps most challenging, step. for weeks, maybe even months, bruce tried to ignore the way his heart beat faster when you entered the room or the warmth that spread through his veins when you laughed. he convinced himself it was just a feeling of admiration or gratitude for your kindness. but the feelings grew, unrelenting, until they were impossible to ignore. the realization came quietly, in a rare moment of peace; you offered him a genuine smile that felt like sunlight breaking through gotham’s ever-present gloom, and batman felt his high walls of defense crumble at the single sight

that’s when it hit him: he cared for you in a way that terrified him. you were not just someone he enjoyed being around—you’d became someone he couldn’t imagine his life without.

once he acknowledged his feelings, the war inside his mind began. he questioned whether he had the right to bring you into his world, a world full of danger, secrecy, and darkness. he’s haunted by the losses he’d endured, and the thought of you becoming another person he might fail to protect kept him up at night. he told himself it was better to keep his distance, to let you go for your own safety & good. but no matter how hard he tried to pull away, he was drawn back to you, like a moth to a flame

alfred, the butler for the wayne family, noticed the change in his master almost immediately. the older man’s knowing gaze lingered on bruce whenever you were around, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you can’t protect yourself from every risk, master wayne,” alfred examined one evening, his tone gentle yet full of wisdom. “some things are worth taking a leap of faith for.”

the fateful night of his confession didn’t come easily. bruce had spent countless nights pacing in the batcave, the words he wanted to say circling in his mind but never forming fully. it took a catalyst to finally push him to act—seeing you with someone else, laughing in a way that felt too intimate, too close. the jealousy caught him off guard, a sharp reminder of how deeply he felt for you

it became impossible for him to hold back. his emotions, usually so carefully contained, spilled over like a dam breaking under the weight of a flood.

you were standing in the grand parlor of wayne manor, the crackling fireplace the only source of light as snow drifted softly outside the tall windows. it was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt almost like a prayer. bruce stood a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored slacks, his gaze fixed on the fire as though it held answers to questions he’d been wrestling with.

“i’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he said finally, his voice low and steady, though there was an edge of something raw beneath it.

you turned to him, brows furrowing at his tone. “is everything okay?”

he nodded, but his lips pressed into a thin line before he spoke again. “no. not really.” his hands left his pockets, fingers flexing at his sides as if he was bracing himself for a fight. “i’m not very good at this,” he admitted, sharp gaze briefly flicking to yours before returning to the fire.

the vulnerability in his voice took you off guard, and you stepped a little closer, searching his expression for answers. for anything. “good at what?”

“talking about how i feel.” he exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening for a moment as he tried to find the right words. “i’ve spent most of my life . . . closing myself off. building walls to keep people out. it’s easier that way. safer.”

he paused for a moment, his blue eyes finally meeting yours, and the intensity there sent a shiver down your the valley of your spine. “but you . . . you’ve made it impossible to keep those walls up.”

your breath hitched at the back of your throat, and you’re not sure if it was from the weight of his words or the way he was looking at you—as though you were the only person in the world. his world.

“i’ve tried to fight it,” continuing, his voice dropped to a near whisper. “tried to convince myself that it’s better this way. that you deserve someone who can give you the life you want without dragging you into the darkness that comes with mine.” he took a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he was afraid of scaring you off whether it was by his words or actions. “but no matter how hard i try, i can’t stop thinking about you. about the way you make everything feel . . . lighter. like there’s still hope.”

his confession hung in the air, heavy and charged, as he looked at you with an almost pleading expression. “i care about you. more than i should. more than i ever thought i could.”

bruce hesitated, his hand lifting slightly before falling back to his side, his uncertainty so unlike the confident man you’d came to know. “i don’t expect anything from you. i just . . . i needed you to know.”

[briemartha]

bruce is really mean to me sometimes.

[jnephrite]

I HAVE A BRUCE WAYNE CLONE IDEA LMFAOOEJNRNF

ok i haven’t read the batman run with failsafe but like i got the idea from there

idea: failsafe made a lot of bruce clones to be his robin right? but all of them grows up too fast that’s why he has a lot of them so he could just replace one with another

but one of these clones were a girl somehow. failsafe abandons this clone, thinking it’s useless and well, it’s gonna grow old soon like the others anyway

but the girl clone of bruce wayne didn’t. she’s the only girl and the only who doesn’t have fast growth

[vexic929]

Vivienne + has been married more than once

surprisingly no one! Brie IS a divorcee tho lol

[oneforthemunny]

Older!eddie, reacting to hearing both his girls swear for the first time for the blurb request 🤭

i'm assuming you're talking about brielle and delilah, so that's what i did haha! a little parallel type blurb since i know the older!eddie crowd loves it lmao. tw: gina

Seventeen Years Before

"Brie, where ya at, Munchkin?" Eddie's sing-songy tone floated through the small home, over the hum of his boombox in the window.

"In here!" Brielle's little chirp of a tone came from the other room, where she was 'cleaning up', which really meant moving her toys from in front of the TV to the hall.

Gina was gone for the day, and Eddie felt sick at the fact that he was so relieved. They'd been going through a rough patch, endless fighting and bitter remarks behind the toddler's back. So when Eddie had the rare Sunday off, he encouraged Gina to go out with her friends, promising he'd take care of everything.

"Can you come in here, please?" Eddie craned his neck to try and look into the living room, hands still elbow deep in dish water. "I need some help in here. You wanna dry for me?" Really, he wanted to make sure she hadn't somehow found the magic markers, scribbling on the walls again.

"Yes!" Brielle shrieked in laughter, tiny footsteps bounding on the carpeted floor towards the kitchen.

Eddie's head whipped around at the crashing sound, a solid thud that shook the doorframe. Brielle looked up at Eddie from the doorway, hands on the ground, braced from her fall.

"Oh, shit." Eddie muttered, shaking his sudsy hands off, wiping them on his shirt. "Uh-oh. Did you fall?" He tried to keep his voice level. He had learned if he freaked, then she would too.

Brielle looked up, face contorting with a grimace that looked freakishly similar to Gina's. Eddie cringed, crouching in front of her. "Let me see." He picked her up gently, turning her hands over. "No scratches. You're good. All good." His tone lifted, standing with a groan, the toddler on his hip.

"Sit up here and help me dry. Can you do that for me?" Eddie asked, grabbing the rag from the drawer, handing it to Brielle. "Hold it with two hands, alright?"

Brielle's little legs swung on the counter, carefully wiping down each dish Eddie would hand her, his hand hovering over the bottom in case she dropped it.

Eddie turned for a moment, going to finish the stack of sippy cups he hadn't washed out yet. "Are you excited to go to Grandpa's in a few days?" He hummed, looking over at Brielle.

Her face lit up, squealing with excitement, legs kicking faster. "Yes!" She squeaked, arms flinging the towel, knocking over a cup. It toppled before tipping over the side, Eddie's soapy hand splashing out of the water, barely catching it before it crashed.

Brielle's wide eyes met his, matching rounded expressions. "Oh, shit?" Brielle repeated, her tone so adorably soft that Eddie almost thought he heard her wrong.

"What?" Eddie gaped.

"Oh, shit?" Brielle repeated, a slight lisp, the word unfamiliar to her. "It falled?"

"No, no, no," Eddie shook his head, setting the mug down. "Jesus, no, Brielle, look at me." He tried to even out his tone. It would've been funny- really fuckin' funny, actually- if he didn't think Gina might kill him over this. Throw it back in his face and prove her point that he was already not a good father, like she already loved to do.

"You can't say that word." Eddie shook his head. "That's a bad word. A really bad word."

Brielle frowned in confusion. "You says it." She tilted her head to the side.

"I know, and I shouldn't say it." Eddie shook his head. He didn't even realize he'd said it, that she'd heard it. "Look, that's not a good word, ok? And if you say it..." He hesitated.

"If you say that word, Santa doesn't come to visit you." Eddie said seriously. Brielle's face dropped, eyes widening in horror. She was finally old enough to realize the magic of Santa, that he'd bring her toys, all kinds of toys - too many toys, thanks to Santa Wayne who insisted on spoiling her.

"That's why Daddy doesn't get gifts from Santa, because I say bad words." Eddie wasn't entirely sure he should say that, sure parenting books would go against that, but still, he was desperate for her not to say it in front of Gina.

Brielle's face fell, crumbling with fear. "I-I didn't means too!" She wailed, more dramatics than real tears.

"I know, hey, it's ok. You didn't know. That was Daddy's fault." Eddie cringed; definitely not the best thing to do. "It's ok. Now you know, so just don't say it anymore ok?" By some miracle, Brielle managed to forget the word, or at least not say it in front of Gina, which Eddie was beyond thankful for. At least that was one thing she didn't have on him, couldn't throw back in his face and guilt him with.

Seventeen Years Later

"Ed!" You called, flinging through the racks of clothes in the closet. "Eddie! Did you make sure to pack her floaties?"

"Yes, honey." Eddie called back, dragging the next suitcase down the hall towards the front door. "I put two pairs in the beach bag."

"And sunscreen?" You leaned back, eyeing him from your place in the closet.

"Also in the beach bag." Eddie nodded.

"Uh, your sunscreen." You glared at him lightly. "You better make sure that SPF 70 is in there, Munson."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "It is." He grumbled, leaning on the doorframe of the closet, arms crossed over his chest. "Even if it's not, I'll be alright. Never used it before-"

"-And that's why you had to have that place cut off." You glared at him with finality. "Your derm told you to use that, so you better use it, Edward. I'll hold you down and spray it on you if I have to."

Eddie grinned, lines by his eyes crinkling gently. "Don't tempt me with a good time, bunny." He growled lowly, playfully pinching your ass.

You jumped, rolling your eyes at him lightly. "Lilah!" You yelled down the hall. "Do you have your tablet charged? It's a loooong ride, baby. Make sure you've got your charger."

"Okay!" The five year old called back. "I have it in my backpack!"

"Good. Can you bring your backpack here so Daddy can take it out to the car?" You nodded, looking over at Eddie. "Check her bag and make sure."

"I got it." Eddie nodded. "Relax, sweetheart. If we forget something, we'll just stop and get it when we get there."

"I know, I just hate that feeling. I feel like I'm forgetting something, and it's driving me fuc- crazy." You cut yourself off with a small smile, Delilah's bright backpack entering the room before she did. "Thank you, Lilah. Do you want to go potty before we leave one last time?"

Eddie unzipped the backpack, looking in it. "Hm, I don't see your ear phones. Did you pack them?"

"Oh, shit. I forgot." Delilah said flippantly, jumping off the bed. "I'll go get them!"

You and Eddie paused, stunned at the ease and the accuracy that she said. "Did she- you heard that too?" You whispered, eyes wide in shock.

Eddie's lips twitched, swallowing back a smirk. "Yeah." He snickered.

"Eddie!" You gasped. "Don't encourage that." Your own lips were curling, trying to keep your stern composure.

"I'm sorry! But you gotta admit, that's a little funny." Eddie laughed, rubbing a hand over his face.

"She used it correctly too." You rubbed your temples, swallowing back your own smile. "That's somehow worse."

Eddie giggled into his hands, ducking into the closet to compose himself. "Holy shit, never been prouder in my life." He laughed teasingly.

You smacked his shoulder lightly, lips pressed in a tight line. "You're so immature." You shook your head. "Wonder where she got it from." You glared at him lightly, sending him into another fit of giggles.

[miryum]

"Brian and Lacy"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Series Masterlist

Okay, so because of @theperksofsimplybeingme and their sweet ask, I'm gonna release another chapter today...

Y/n stood behind the podium in the briefing room, Captain Wayne rigid next to her. “Okay, sixty-six, say hello to Roman Sionis, Gotham’s biggest identity thief. Last week, he walked into a government building and stole a computer containing over one hundred thousand social security numbers. My C.I. says that tonight Sionis will be handing off the laptop to a buyer from China.”

Wayne spoke up. “I want you and Todd to tail Sionis until he makes the drop. Arrest him and the buyer.” His eyes flickered to Dick in a sardonic look.

Y/n’s jaw twitched but she held up two thumbs. “Sounds good, although I should probably just take Steph. I know Jason has a ton of work, so…” She trailed off.

“No, I don't,” Jason said.

“Really?” Her brows shot up. “I could have sworn I overheard you telling Tim, ‘Girlfriend, please. I got hella open cases.’”

Jason squinted at her. “You really think that came out of my mouth?”

“Oh, hell yeah. No doubt. No doubt.”

“That's enough,” Wayne commanded. “L/n and Todd will track Sionis. Brown and Drake will guide them in a surveillance van. Unless you have a problem with that?”

“Sounds great!” Y/n gave him a thumbs up again and the detectives started to file out of the room. “In the immortal words of Jason Todd, ‘We got this, boo!’”

Jason cornered Y/n in the briefing room and asked quietly, “did I do something to you? Are you mad for some reason?”

“What?” She scoffed. “No!” 

“Then why are you trying to keep me off the case?”

“Oh, that.” Y/n picked at her cuticles. “All right, look, the reason that I don’t wanna work with you is... should I do this in an accent so that I can undercut some of the awkwardness I'm feeling?”

“No.”

“Fine. You know how you’re going out with Rose?” Y/n flailed her hands in an Italian gesture and said in an accompanying accent, “that-a really bum-eda me out, grazie.”

“Italian?” Jason raised a brow. He had completely forgotten to tell Y/n he had broken up with Rose.

Y/n sighed. “Yeah, it was a bad choice. I'm so much better at German.” She glanced up at the ceiling and swallowed roughly. In a small voice so unlike her own, she admitted, “I- I guess I was kinda thinking of asking you out.”

“Oh.” Jason flushed, not knowing what to say.

“But I don’t wanna be a home wrecker and I know you like Rose. I don’t want to get in the way of that, but that’s the reason I’m acting so weird. Let’s just forget I ever said anything and go on this assignment.” Y/n started out of the room and called back to Jason in a rough German accent, “It will all be good and professional!”

Y/n, Jason, Steph, and Tim were sitting in the back of an unmarked police van, watching Sionis pull up to an elite restaurant, a girl on his arm. “Why is he getting out here?” Tim asked Y/n, “I thought your C.I. said the drop was happening in a park?”

Y/n shrugged. “Maybe he's having dinner with his sidepiece first?”

“Sionis has the laptop with him,” Jason observed. “We should just arrest him right here!”

Y/n shook her head. “No, no, the buyer's the bigger collar. We've got to follow him in the restaurant and wait for the handoff.”

“Okay, if you're going in, I've heard this place has an amazing Brie and Crab,” Steph commented. She chuckled, adding, “not that I've ever had a bad one.”

“All right, let's go.” Y/n stood up, moving towards the van door.

“No, wait, we look like cops.” Jason shook his head. “We're never gonna blend in like this.”

Y/n took off her GCPD windbreaker to reveal a normal, plain t-shirt and jeans. “Okay, how's that?”

“Uh, I don't know.” Jason squinted at her, glancing at Tim. 

Tim, in return, said, “You still kinda look like a cop. Put your necklace on the outside and tuck in the shirt.” Y/n did as she was told and Tim nodded in confirmation. He turned to Jason. “You need a jacket or something.”

“I’m… not sure anything will fit me…” Jason looked around the van, searching for an article of clothing. He spotted Captain Wayne’s blazer from a past assignment. His eyebrows rose. “Well, it’ll be a little short, but Wayne left his sports coat back here. But it’s almost a little… too formal.”

Y/n gasped. “Dude. Unless…”

“No, I’m not doing that.” Jason’s lips thinned into a sharp line.

“You have to.” Y/n grinned.

“I'm not gonna do it.”

“You're doing it,” Y/n decided for him.

“What? What do you have to do?” Tim asked.

“Don Johnson it,” Jason sighed heavily.

“Don Johnson it!” Y/n squealed.

Y/n strolled into the restaurant, Jason on her arm. Jason’s cheeks were permanently flushed with red, his coat arms rolled up. He couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. “I look like an idiot.”

Y/n nudged him in the side and asked slowly, “Oooookay, do you have a visual on…” She turned around and came face to face with the hostess. She quickly revised her answer, saying, “the hostess stand? Hi. Table for two, please.”

The hostess scrunched her face in false dismay. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing available. We're all booked up.”

“Oh, no, that's horrible,” Jason cut in, stepping forward. The hostess looked him up and down, her tongue poking out, wetting her lips slightly. “Tonight's a really important night for us,” he explained. “Lacy and I just got engaged and this is where our first date was.” The hostess’ eyes widened, and her face flashed with disappointment, guilt, and jealousy.

Y/n caught on, smiling brightly. “Oh, yes, it would mean so much to Brian and me.”

“I would have made a reservation, but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes, so…” Jason sucked in a breath through his teeth. The hostess looked at Y/n, appalled at the prospect of not saying yes to this Greek god of a man.

“Oh, you’re so cute when you’re nervous, my love.” Y/n giggled.

A young woman piped up from beside them, “you are just so sweet together!” 

The hostess exhaled and said, “I'm sure I can find room for two lovers.”

Y/n stared at her, humming stoically. “Yes, we are lovers... together... in the beds and stuff.”

The hostess, after an awkward moment, clicked her tongue and gestured for them to follow her. Jason whispered to Y/n as they trailed behind the hostess, “sorry about springing the engagement and romantic shit on you.”

Y/n shook her head, keeping her gaze straight ahead. “No, no, no. It was great. I mean, it's what got us in here. However, the honeymoon's over, Brian. We're back to being Jason and Y/n, two totally normal cops working a totally normal job.”

The pair sat down at their table, scanning the restaurant for any sign of Sionis. Next to them, however, the young woman from before reached over and lightly touched Y/n’s arm. “You're the couple that just got engaged!”

Jason and Y/n glanced over to where Roman Sionis and his mistress sat. Jason grimaced and muttered, “yep. That's us, Brian and Lacy, a couple for sure.”

Y/n stared at the plates in front of her. She addressed Sionis and his mistress, “wow, champagne and oysters. You really shouldn't have, guys.”

Sionis grinned and shrugged. “Well, it's a special night.”

His mistress leaned on her elbow, enamoured by the love story. “So when did you two meet?”

Y/n glanced over at Jason, who took the lead. “About a year ago, we bumped into each other at a bar, and well, we haven’t been able to separate since.”

“Mm. So how did you know she was the one?”

Y/n raised her brows and suppressed a smile. She’d like to know the answer to that too.

“I… Uh,” Jason stammered. “You know, just whenever I look at her face and romance stuff… I guess? And, you know, there's really no one else's opinion who I care about more than hers, so… I guess I’ve always known…” he trailed off and bashfully looked at Y/n.

“And you?” Sionis’ mistress asked the other detective.

“Uh…” Y/n swallowed and admitted, “He always knows what to say and do. He sees me for who I am even when I try to hide myself.”

The woman cooed before getting down to business. “Okay, so enough chit chat. Let's see the ring!”

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Oh! Right! People buy overly expensive jewels for their lovers because that’s something society has brainwashed us into thinking we need to do even when it’s just a way to continue the cycle of consumerism and social class.” She nodded once and said bluntly, “Yeah, I don't have it on me.”

“It’s getting resized,” Jason offered an explanation.

Sinois nodded and stood, straightening his suit jacket. “Can you get the car from the valet, babe? I'm going to say hi to the chef.”

The mistress bounced up and waggled her fingers at the detectives. “Good luck on your wedding! Oh, and have fun on your honeymoon.”

“We will.” Y/n said loudly, “We're going to Shiloh, Virginia.”

“Huh. Okay… bye.”

Jason hissed to Y/n, “Shiloh, Virginia?”

“It was just on Criminal Minds!” Y/n defended.

“Whatever. Sionis took the laptop case with him. He's gonna make the drop. Let's go.” Jason stood and Y/n followed him towards the back. Together, they peeked in the kitchen window. “Look, there's the buyer.”

Sionis smiled and held his hand out to a man dressed in a chef’s uniform. “Or maybe he's just actually saying hi to the chef?” Y/n scratched her nose. “Why isn't he making the handoff?” Just then, Sionis turned towards the kitchen entrance and made eye contact with both of them.

“Fuck, he saw us.” Jason cursed, ducking away and pulling Y/n with him. “Do you trust me?” he asked desperately.

“With my life,” was Y/n’s immediate reply.

Just as the kitchen door opened, Jason pressed Y/n against the wall and captured his lips with hers. It only took the girl a moment to reciprocate, soon getting lost in the feeling. A small part of her flew back in time to last year’s Halloween party bus stint, just another trick, but she was quick to push it away.

Sionis paused as he saw the pair making out. “Oh. Uh… Excuse me.”

Jason pulled away from Y/n and breezily said, “Oh, hey. We were just looking for a place to, uh…” He winked knowingly.

“Boink.” Y/n said quickly, panic filling her brain.

Jason slowly looked down at her, unbelievingly. “Yes. Boink. That's my preferred term for it as well.”

Sionis chuckled. “I get it. Newly engaged kids. Enjoy.”

Once he turned the corner, Y/n pushed Jason off of her, somewhat reluctantly. Heat filled her chest and her heart constricted. “Yep. Yep. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool cool. We kept our cover intact. Good work. Quick, professional thinking out there.”

Jason agreed, smoothing his hair back. “Very quick. Very professional.” He nodded once towards Y/n. “Detective.”

“Detective.”

“So how was the restaurant?” Steph asked once Y/n and Jason were back in the van. Jason instantly climbed into the passenger seat.

“Such a normal time!” Y/n cried, her laugh high-pitched.

Steph squinted at her and pulled her to the back of the van. She whispered, “why are you being weird, L/n?”

“Jason and I kissed,” Y/n blurted out.

“What?!”

Y/n shook her head. “It was to keep our cover from being blown. We didn't have a choice. It was for work. It was nothing.”

Steph hummed and scrutinised her best friend. From the front, Tim called, “he's pulling over. It's going down.” Y/n and Steph peered out the window and watched Sionis place the briefcase by a bench. “It's not a handoff…” Tim tilted his head. “He's leaving the package.”

“Okay, you and Steph follow Sionis,” Y/n instructed once Sionis left the park hurriedly.

“Right, and you and Jason follow your hearts.” Steph made a heart with her hands and winked at Y/n.

“No. We're gonna stay with the package.” Y/n’s voice was sharp.

“And each other forever!”

Later, in the park as Y/n and Jason hid behind a tree, Y/n asked softly, “hey, seriously, we're cool, right?”

“Yeah, totally. We're fine.” Jason nodded.

“Good. Gosh, you know, I'm actually a little bit hungry,” Y/n rambled. “I never ended up eating at that dumb fancy restaurant. You know what I'm getting on my way home?”

“Pizza from Tony’s? At display temperature?” Jason guessed, smirking slightly.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to get.” Y/n grinned. “And you’re going to get that Chinese food from the takeout place down the street from your apartment.”

“How the hell do you know all that?” 

“Jason.”

“I think I told you that… two years ago?”

“No, Jason, he's looking at us!” Y/n elbowed Jason. She wasn’t wrong; a man standing by the bench was staring over at the tree where the pair was hiding. “Well, this is happening.” She jumped out from behind the tree and held up her gun. “GCPD! Freeze! We are police colleagues! You're under arrest. This is a work event.” 

“Hey, can you sign this arrest report for Sionis and the buyer?” Y/n stood over Jason and tapped his desk with the reports.

“Sure.”

“Great.” She hummed, rocking back and forth on her heels and waiting for Jason to finish.

Jason slowly gave the reports back and said quietly, “Y/n, it’s okay. This whole night was really weird, you know? It’s okay to feel awkward.”

Y/n took a breath. “I know. I just... ugh. I want everything to go back to how it was. It's so awkward.”

“Yeah.”

Y/n forced a smile. “I’m glad you’re dating Rose. It would be even weirder if we were dating… ‘cause we’re just such a great team. We work great together. I don't want to mess that up.”

Jason nodded and swallowed. “Yeah, I don't want everything to change.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“Okay, well, then that's that, Detective L/n.”

“Detective Todd.” Y/n shuffled back to her desk. 

“See you around the precinct.”

“Yerp.”

[timaeuslover001]

Batman Headcanon (AU)

If Bruce's parent's weren't killed....

(I got this idea from several things : one being Bruce during the BTAS where he lost his memory and how he always uses a person in the comics as matches Malone when he is undercover, The Batman Beyond episode where Kevin got to SING as musical batman and of course the infamous episode of batman singing to save Wonder Woman 🥰🤧 not o mention when the Joker said in Return of the Joker movie he said brie was some "playing Dres up in a bat costume" and lastly the idea of seeing bruce in something so unconventional so I mushed it up together and got this idea 🤗 )

after Bruce came from the movies that he was inspired and knew hat he wanted to do for the rest of his life. it was stop be in movies himself as an actor.

he met zatanna at his 9th birthday and they became fast friends and always hung out on weekends and over the summer.

Thomas and Martha had another child when ce was 10 years old names Thomas Wayne jr.

He participated in school plays and volunteered as stage hands with Zatanna father

he asked out Zatanna when he was 13 but his father said no since she was too young, they started dating at 16. and the he proposed at 18 years old but both parents decided they wait a few years so they did and got married after college,

Thomas Wayne sr eventually released the operated of Wayne enterprises to Lucius Fox so he can resume his passion as a doctor (another headcanon I have )

Bruce met Veronica Vreeland in college and there they created the inside joke " bunny" (another headcanon not original but I stole but I love it. os

Veronica fell for Bruce in school but never told him

he would sign ll the tie around his house or to himself but when Veronica heard him sing, she was astounded how good he sounded and convinced hi to pursue musicals as well as movies. Bruce was hesitant because ehe knew his strengths mainly were with film and he enjoyed theatre it wasn't his passion but Veronica badgered or in his words " harassed" him into doing it.

Bruce broke out into popularity with a musical he did at 22 years old and had a lead role and his voice as well has performance put his name in everyone mouths and soon he was in the films.

Veronica got casted as a supporting role and broke out in her fame then as well.

they performed at award shows during their careers as well.

they both got paired up together often and because they had amazing chemistry together.

they had amazing careers but bruce was her skctive about the roles he took nd all his money he got paid for he donated to charity which he always volunteered ti do with his family. they always fed the homeless around Christmas time

[petty-crush]

Two or Three Things about “The Marvels”

-/-/-/—

There is an unbelievably delightful scene involving alien cats getting a crew off a space station. Through swallowing them.

This is possibly the hardest I have ever laughed at a marvel movie.

And the musical selection, a volcanic cherry on top.

I’ll cherish this in my memories for a good long while.

-/-///-//—

If Brie Larson is the John Wayne of this film (all business, caring the emotional boulder up the hill) then Iman Vellani is bouncing all over the play in joy, clearly in full Walter Brennan mode.

Vellani is a charismatic, watchable thespian and I’m looking forward to her future adventures (cheekily noted near the end)

-/-///-

This feels like it should have been a hang out movie. There is a bit too much plot, getting in the way of the three senoritas bullshitting around more, as humorous as jump rope teleportation and bilingual yelling are